Sunday Poem ~


by Robert Frost

We had a swaying silver birch in our front yard. During an ice storm, the three branches curved, stuck to ice like spider legs.

I remember how we worried over the little tree’s survival through the winter.

Swaying Silver Birch lived – silver lining perhaps.

Tall majestic birches touch my soul. No wonder, the white peeling bark tree stands tall in multi-cultural symbolism – birches, poem worthy, rune worthy, totem worthy and

Healer of hollow hearts –ย



Living Life to the Best of Your Possibility

‘One can judge a nation by the way it treats its most vulnerable’ ~ Aristotle

Victoria KalossP1050656 (1024x768)

Photography by Victoria Kaloss

5 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. patpaints43
    Jun 06, 2016 @ 14:32:46



  2. Victoria Kaloss
    Jun 06, 2016 @ 15:14:18

    Thanks, Pat ~ your always so kind ๐Ÿ™‚


  3. Victoria Kaloss
    Jun 06, 2016 @ 17:58:54

    Well, I don’t believe they know you very well ๐Ÿ™‚ Same here, thinking, missing and all good things ๐Ÿ™‚


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